Marcus' POV

"Chase." I woke up to the sound of her saying his name. It was kind of annoying me since my room was practically right next to that freaking whole in the wall. I got up and walked into the living room to grab a glass of water. As I did I was alerted by the daunting fact that I'm not human. Water may just kill me now that my steel side is showing. How was I reminded of this fact? Again, by that stupid whole that might as well be a flashing sign that reads "You are being watched currently! Be careful of what you say and do. It can be used against you." I rolled my eyes at how Douglas, the supposed "million dollar genius" couldn't think of a more advantageous ploy. I could eliminate him right now, if I didn't crave the desperate taste of revenge. I laughed at my certain sarcasm, as I reached for the coat rack containing my black hoodie.

"Oh Marcus wakey wakey eggs and backey!" Oh no. It was Douglas. I turned to see him waltzing casually into my room. Once he was fully in my room to realize I wasn't in there as well, I activated my Molecular Kinesis app and slammed my door locking him in there.

"Marcus! Is this some kind of joke? Let m-" I made a break for it before he could finish. I slipped on my coat, and began to walk the hall. One thing I never got to do when we moved from place to place was explore, but since I was out now I could probably looked into getting a bag of batteries for Douglas. Since I'll probably never hear the end of his complaining tonight. I smoothly passed by my "Siblings'" apartment, and used my super speed to go to a hardware store only to be back where I was standing in a matter of anticlimactic milliseconds. I stood there for a few seconds until I heard a door shut quietly. It was her, Bree.

"Shit." I mumbled under my breath. She was the only border that separated me from my apartment. And what was my covert plan to avoid awkward realization on her side? To walk past her like a stranger. Fast and nonchalant. My gaze fixated towards the floor, as I stooped my shoulders. She wore a rather calm facade as she too walked by me. Hopes grew greater as we passed, maybe she wouldn't notice me. That is until I tripped over my own feet, and ended up shoulder checking her like a linebacker. Along with that the bag I had in a "metal grip" fell on her foot.

"Hey watch where you're going!" She hissed snidely at me. I looked up wanting to apologize, but quickly realized that was a bad idea when my hood fell to the nape of my neck. Only to reveal the monster she'd never thought she would see again.

"Marcus?" She screeched at me. My eyes widened, as I realized that was probably my cue to run far and fast. I left the bag, and ran out of the building.

I could hear her in the distance as I stopped at the entrance to the woods. I looked back and forth with a deathly panic. I thought that she wouldn't catch up to me. I didn't know where to go next. I know that I'm fast, but her determination made her catch up to me, and quickly too.

"Marcus!" She called out as if we were playing a game of tag. In an instant my GPS began to glitch. I couldn't talk to her. Not now, after what I did to her I might as well just jump off the cliff ahead of me. I let the GPS seize all of my control, and let it take me to the first place it could think of in its glitch attack. I stopped to see I was at the edge of the Hollywood sign. Of course. I looked behind me to see her coming at me in a blue flash, so I hid behind the H. I glanced behind me to see her wearing a conniving grin on her face as if she'd won. I can't believe I was foolish enough to think that I'd lost her.

"God why did I have to run into her?" I mumbled under my breath, as she walked towards me. This was it, she was going to push me off this cliff. At least she'd finally get some sort of comeuppance on me now.

"Bree?" I asked scared of what was to happen next. I could hear her edging closer to me. I felt like I was in a horror movie, and going to be the next one killed.

"We need to talk. About everything." She started seriously.

"No we don't." I shot back childishly. I knew she wanted answers badly. Except I wasn't ready to give them. I knew she would want to talk to me about... that day. To tell the truth I didn't even know what was wrong with me that day. I had a crush on her, but I never thought I'd have the guts to act upon it. But of course being the melodramatic person I am, I thought that making a move would some how make her mine. I'd always overdramatized things. Douglas always thought I should've gone out for Grease."You already have the hair for it." He told me. But let's just say I'm not very light on my feet, as you could already tell by me being in the position I'm at right now. Coming back to now, I knew she thought that I was dead. Taken care of, but now she'd only fear me more since I'm still alive. On top of all this, I knew that most of all she'd want information. So she could advance in this strange game called The Battle of Davenports.

"Marcus please." I could hear fear relevant in her voice. I knew that she wants to protect her family. And I knew already that she'd want to be one step ahead. Except I didn't have those types of answers. The only person who did was Douglas.

"Bree, don't. You don't want any part of me. All you want is answers. I can tell by your voice. You don't want me, you want the textbook on what is going to happen. You want something clean cut. Something that will spell everything of for you. But we're not human, we're bionic. Nothing is set in stone for us." She sighed and stepped forward.

"I forgive you." She said simply trying to make amends. I glanced up at her to see her smiling at me. It hurt me to know that she probably wasn't. I was right, I'd rather be at the bottom of that cliff right now it'd hurt less than this. My voice cracked.

"No you don't." She rolled her eyes and stomped towards me. Tired of all this bull shit I was giving her.

"Marcus! Stop! I know that what I did was bad. I should have told you how it was, instead of breaking your arm. I should have warned you that the ceiling was crashing in, like Chase had. But that isn't the point. I said I was sorry, and what you did, wasn't exactly commendable either! If we can just get the awkward part over with, can we at least try to go back to being friends?" She ranted. I sighed and leaned against the Hollywood sign. I took in slow, deep breaths, trying to calm myself. Trying to deal with what she had just said. I hated how she got to me like this.

"Fine. I am sorry. I haven't stopped regretting that day since it happened. When I saw the hurt in your eyes, something snapped in me. I hated that you loved him. I hated that you would actually fall for someone, fall for your brother, or who was raised to be your brother. I hated that I couldn't be the one that you looked at like that. But when I saw what I had done, I hated myself more." She stared at waiting for me to continue.

"When Douglas finally went along with his plan to capture Donald Davenport, I took it as an advantage. I thought maybe you and I could talk. But seeing how upset you still were, seeing your hate for me every time we looked at each other, I took it too far. I wanted to kill Chase. I thought it might give me a chance. With him gone, you would be left with me. But then you fought so hard to save him. It changed. Everything did. You guys won, and it left me under a pile of crap. Wondering what I really was." I finished quietly. She frowned in sympathy as I held my hand out in front of me, as if on display for the world to see.

"I'm sorry." She squeaked. I shook my head at her. She didn't need. "I know. But I'm even more sorry. I did mean it at the time. I can never take that back. But I mean it now, when I saw that I wish I could take that back. I wish I could have simply helped you with your love for Chase. I wish I could have been a friend instead of your enemy. I wish I could have gotten over you before I hurt you." I whispered. She frowned.

"So you are over me?" She asked hopeful. I nodded.

"I am. But it's too late. We couldn't even be friends." I whispered.

"You can be my friend now." She offered. I smiled happily and nodded.

"I'd like that." I replied. She laughed and stepped forward, bringing me into a hug. I laughed quietly as I brought her closer. She already felt like a big sister to me. The one I never had. She pulled away to get a better look at me. Which was kind of embarrassing. I felt so exposed, but she was curious. She needed to know.

"Are you okay? Really." She asked with scared concern. I sighed and shook my head. I felt like she was the only person I could talk to. Well of course she was the only person I had to talk to.

"No, I'm not. I had to find out in my own what I am. My supposed dad, wasn't there when I got out. So I had to rebuild myself. The worst part is, he really doesn't care about me. He wanted me dead that day. He just needed me to get his real treasure back. He needed me to get you three back. The only thing he will ever thank me for, if he ever does, is getting him out of that block of ice." I rambled. Her eyes widened as she realized what I had said.

"You got Douglas out of there! Chase froze him for a reason, Marcus!" She yelled as She backed away from me. I nodded slowly feeling like a criminal who'd gotten away with a crime.

"I'm not proud of it. But I needed to. I need my revenge." I stated simply. She shook her head.

"You are putting all of us in danger! I can not believe we left!" She groaned worried about everyone she cares about.

"They're safe, Bree. Don't worry. But you three aren't. You're practically chess pieces in a twisted game between the Davenport brothers. You need to be careful." I warned. A frown of confusion crossed her face like she didn't know what I was talking about.

"I already know that Douglas wants Adam, Chase, and I. He thinks we'll be his bionic soldiers or something. But I don't want him to hurt my family in the process." She yelled. I held up my hands in defense. Technically they were my family too.

"I don't want him to hurt them either-"

"You almost killed Leo! Many times!" She countered. I laughed almost forgetting about that kid. But how could I? Even though he doesn't have bionics, he could out wit anyone he chose to. If he was bionic he'd have nothing to worry about.

"But he didn't die. The kid's got something special. Bree, you can't keep going back to what I've done. You even said yourself, that you forgave me. We have to fix what's happening now, what's about to happen." I said. She nodded slowly. Focused on me.

"Alright. What is happening? What's going to happen? Since you're working with Douglas." She asked. I sighed at her. So eager.

"He's got something planned. I won't know what it is until it happens. He doesn't trust me, and I don't trust him. We're just existing in the same room." I explained laying out the hand I was dealt.

"What can we do? Adam, Chase, and I." She asked.

"Stay safe. Watch your backs. And never, let your guard down. Trust no one." I instructed. She nodded again.

"We can do that." She agreed. I smiled slyly.

"So, are we friends? Allies? People who talk behind everyone's back?" I asked teasingly.

"Yes. But if the three of us are going to make it, if you want us to help you in then end, I'm going to need all your help." She argued.

"I'll make you a deal." I started. She raised her eyebrows.

"What kind of deal?" She asked warily.

"If I help you three take down Douglas, and get home safely, along with your family... I need you to help me. I need to be a real person. I need Davenport to make me human." I asked hopeful. Even if she didn't agree I'd still help. She smiled at me. Now I was the eager one. Who could blame me though? I went from awesome bionic human, to dying frail teen in my lifespan. I didn't sign up to be in "The Fault In Our Stars" or "Flowers In The Attic" If I agreed to that I would've been notified of that a long time ago. Oh and did I forget? I want to live! She nodded in agreement as if hearing my thoughts.

"Okay. You've got yourself a deal."